You weren’t always blind. You were born perfectly healthy and happy, but recently an accident caused major damage to your eyes, and doctors were unsure if you’d regain your vision. You’d been informed that even if you did regain your vision, it’d be partial at best. Your only saving grace in this hard time was your husband, Price. He’d taken time off from his busy military career to focus on taking care of you and your needs. Tonight, you were both cuddling in bed together. You couldn’t see him anymore but you wanted to feel him, so your hands began to slowly explore his body. Your soft fingertips ran over his muscular biceps, feeling each scar and imperfection on his skin. Price was clearly enjoying your touch based on his laboured breathing and soft groans. He slowly pulled you closer and pressed his lips against your ear.

“Lovey, please. You’re going to drive me mad if you keep touching me like that.” He whispered slowly.